By Shelly Preszler
“Come on Mom, it’s time to get up and make friends!” My six year-old son’s voice pleaded with a sense of urgency. Oh yes, that’s right. I had promised Joseph the night before we would get up early to make friends in our new neighborhood. I had forgotten how literal kids take everything. If it could only be that easy, I thought to myself. My hair was tussled, my eyes matted shut, and I was feeling a little like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz as we had actually traveled through a tornado the night before to reach our new home in Mandan, North Dakota. (more…)






